Dominated by Him: Servicing the Billionaire, Part 3 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (2 page)

“Get on the floor,” he ordered, licking blood
from his lips.

She did as she was bid, still bleeding freely
from her neck. Mary lay face down on the wooden floor. She lifted
her skirt over her back, exposing her red, wet slit and ass. She
heard his pants fall and clenched her pussy in anticipation. She
couldn’t wait for the length of him to spear her pussy, to break
her in half with his giant cock.

His hand smeared her juices all over her
thighs and ass. He cupped his hand around her neck and let her
blood pool in his palm.

Mary’s thighs clenched as she felt him smear
her blood between her legs, prodding his fingers inside her slit so
that it coated the walls.

He spread her legs open like a frog’s, and
Mary heard him give a low hiss as the tip of something cold and
hard slipped down her pussy. “You will learn obedience, Miss
Kramar. So help me, I will torture you until you give me the
respect I deserve.”

“Yes, Mr. White,” she moaned. She widened her
hips at his touch, eager and ready. But the pressure was now
hovering over her rectum.

Pain sliced through her body as his cock
thrust inside her ass without warning. She had never done anal
before—it was painful. She cried out as he fucked her faster than
she could feel her ring stretch to accommodate him. Shooting pain
up her insides made tears squeeze through her lids as his thick rod
pounded her mercilessly. It was a torturous sensation. She could
feel his cock pistoning in and out, pushing against the back of her
vagina, stimulating her arousal.

He gripped her hips hard, his fingernails
biting into her skin as he rammed himself balls deep. Pain shot up
her stomach and she curled her hands into fists. She pushed her
hips against him so that his member filled her completely. Every
smack of his balls against her vagina sent electrical shocks of
pleasure up her spine.

But it wasn’t enough. She kept rising her
hips, hoping that he would brush against her clit. His hand came
down suddenly on her ass as he realized what she was doing.

“You’re a selfish little slut, Mary,” he
growled as he jerked his hips. “Your pleasure is secondary to
mine.”

His hands reached around her to briefly
fondle her breasts and his mouth gnawed on her shoulder as he
drilled into her ass. Every thrust bumped against the back of her
arousal, almost stimulating her sexual needs but not quite. The
rhythmical smack of his balls against her sodden pussy wasn’t
enough.

His mouth found her neck and his fangs
penetrated her as his cock took her from behind. The tiny sting was
nothing compared to the pain of his rock hard member savaging her
insides.

He was getting close. His mouth sucked harder
on her neck as he rammed her, stuffing himself to the hilt. Mary’s
body shook with every thrust, moaning, groaning with her
unfulfilled ache. Every thrust was a tease, just like the wet,
smacking sounds in the office. It drove her wild, but there was no
release.

“Mary, you’re so tight,” he groaned as he
pulled back from her neck. He gave a very male grunt and shoved
himself so deep that Mary screamed.

She felt his cock twitch inside her and he
kept drilling her. Her ass milked his cock as she felt wetness ooze
inside her. When his cock was drained of cum, he withdrew from her
and collapsed to his side, heaving.

But Mary was still unsatisfied. She reached
down and touched her clit, massaging it.

Mr. White saw and yanked her hand from her
pussy. Anger flashed in his eyes as he forced her up and walked
around his desk. He rummaged in the drawer and withdrew two sets of
handcuffs.

“You do not cum until I say so.”

Mary felt his cum dribbling down her legs and
wished he had blown his load inside her pussy. Her ass was
throbbing in a pleasantly painful way, but her pussy kept clenching
with need.

He took her wrists and shackled each handcuff
to her hands. Then he forced her to kneel under the desk. Her arms
were forced apart as he clasped the handcuffs to the legs of his
desk. She was facing his office chair but hidden under the
desk.

Mr. White smirked at her helpless position
and undid her blouse. He took scissors from his desk and showed
them to her.

For a second, Mary was frightened that he
would cut her skin with the scissors. But he slipped the metal
under her bra straps and snipped. Her breasts fell out with a sigh
as the bra fell away. His cold hand grasped one of her breasts and
massaged it slowly. He squeezed it painfully, his eyes looking
hungrier than ever.

“God, you’re so helpless like this. It’s
making my dick hard.” He swallowed as his eyes raked across her
body.

“Please,” she begged. Mary was forced to
squat under the desk, cum dripping slowly out of her ass. It was
humiliating and dirty.

“I have to go, I’ll be back later,” he said
shrugging on his jacket and zipping his pants.

“But—”

He pointed at her. “You stay there and think
about what you’ve done. If you scream, or call out, things will get
worse for you. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He gave her a sarcastic
grin.

Without another word, he left the office,
leaving her to kneel on the hard floor.

* * *

Mary bumped her head on the desk with a loud
thud as the door swung open. Her head smarting, she glanced around
nervously, hoping that it was Mr. White. What would she say if one
of her coworkers found her like this?

A pair of legs approached the desk silently.
He pulled back the office chair and sat down without speaking.

Mary looked up at him from under the desk,
expecting him to release her at any moment. Her wrists flexed on
the handcuffs—but still he did not respond. Her knees ached. Her
neck was caked with dry blood and her genitals were sticky with
cum. She wanted desperately to go to the bathroom and clean
herself. As quietly as she dared, Mary cleared her throat.

Mr. White inched forward and bent over his
desk, typing furiously.

“Mr. White—sir? I think I learned my lesson,”
she said, her voice as timid as a mouse.

“Not to my satisfaction.”

She couldn’t see his face, but she could hear
the rough edge in his voice and knew that he was still angry.

“What would satisfy you?”

“I think you already know.”

She was face to face with his groin and would
need her hands freed if she was going to suck him off. Mr. White
seemed to read her mind and bent over to uncuff her wrists. Mary
rubbed her raw wrists and moved closer to Mr. White’s chair.
Despite her fatigue, she couldn’t wait to have him in her mouth.
She had never tasted him before and was excited to please him.

“Well?” he said impatiently. “What are you
waiting for? Get to it.”

Mr. White’s harsh tone made her cheeks burn
even though no one was there. She began by unbuckling his belt and
letting it slide to the floor. She felt for his coiled penis and
kissed the bump on the outside of the fabric. Then she unzipped his
pants, tugging them to his knees. His cock was nestled in a black
bush of hair, already hardening at her antics. She kissed it
softly, tasting herself on her lips. Mary edged forward and buried
her face in his lap, taking the tip of his member into her
mouth.

She sucked at the tip, her tongue teasing his
length as she flicked it back and forth.

“Good,” he sighed. “Now open wide and take it
in your mouth. No teeth.”

She did as she was told, her knees already
protesting on the hardwood floor. Her mouth widened to accommodate
his girth, her tongue running along the base of his cock. She took
him halfway into her mouth and sucked, elucidating a groan from her
boss.

In response, his hand fell to her blonde head
and applied a slight pressure. Mary opened her mouth wider as she
felt him lengthening inside her jaw. She took him as deep as she
would dare, loving the taste of him in her mouth. It had a musky
flavor that was entirely his along with a tinge of salt.

Mary rotated her tongue around the base of
his cock, sucking her excess saliva as she let him pop out of her
lips momentarily to catch a breath. She looked up at him, but he
was transfixed on his computer screen. Annoyed with his
inattention, she slid his wet member in her mouth and pumped it in
and out quickly, her lips locked around his cock.

“Yes,” he hissed. “Just like that, Mary.”

Pleasure leaped inside her stomach as she
felt him responding to her. She spread his muscled thighs apart
with her hands and pumped him rapidly with her mouth. She could
feel herself beginning to get wet again, and closed her legs tight,
imagining his cock gliding up and down her wet canal.

With a popping sound, his cock bounced out of
her lips so that she could breathe. This time, Mr. White was paying
attention. He looked down at her with a face that was contorted in
frustration and eye-rolling pleasure. She could tell he was anxious
to assume control.

Mary yielded to the pressure at the back of
her head and his cock speared her throat. She gagged as he grabbed
her head with both hands and began to jerk his hips into her face.
Mary tried to relax her throat as she felt him plunging inwards,
violating her throat with his rock-hard cock.

Mr. White closed his eyes in ecstasy,
ignoring her gasps for breath as he skull fucked her. Soon he had
pushed the chair aside and stood upright so that he could gain
deeper access. He clasped his fingers behind her head and gave it
his all—driving himself almost balls deep into her mouth.

Mary imagined that he was banging her pussy
as hard as he was fucking her throat. Her fingers cupped her vagina
curled upwards, mimicking the movements of his cock into her
mouth.

The choking, smacking, wet sounds
reverberated through the office; they seemed to intensify Mr.
White’s sexual needs. He stuck his thumbs into her mouth and pulled
her lips further apart, moaning as his cock struck the walls of her
throat. He was getting close, and so was she. Mary shoved her four
fingers into her pussy and yanked upwards as if she was trying to
lift herself up. Pleasure tingled throughout her nerves, ratcheting
up as Mr. White’s moans grew louder.

He buried himself one, two, three more times
and held himself there, stuffing her throat with his glorious cock.
The tip of Mary’s tongue stroked the base of his balls and he gave
a shuddering moan as his cock jerked inside her. His saltiness
filled her mouth as he pumped a few more times. Mary pinched her
clit and she came hard, melting into pleasure as her pussy clenched
around her fingers over and over.

She sucked and swallowed every last drop and
stood up from her knees. Mr. White looked dazed as he ran his hands
through her tangled, wet hair.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered as he
crushed his lips against her swollen ones.

Mary clung onto his shoulders as he kissed
her with a hot passion that rivaled his lovemaking. Their tongues
mingled together, tasting each other. It was intoxicating. A
different sort of warmth flooded her chest at his soft embrace and
Mary felt very confused as he pulled away, still stroking her
hair.

Then he released her suddenly. “Leave while
you still can,” he said rakishly as he eyed her breasts with a
hungry look that Mary knew all too well.

* * *

Mary somehow managed to duck into the women’s
restroom without being seen and began to wipe away her sexual
exploits with Mr. White.

This is completely mad,
Mary thought
to herself as she scrubbed at the semen caked on her thighs.
Someone could have heard us—hell they could have walked in on
us!
Both of them were behaving recklessly, and yet, Mary didn’t
want it to end. She didn’t think he was able to control himself,
either. And what was that warm feeling about that flooded her
insides whenever Mr. White invaded her thoughts?

Oh, God. Am I falling for my boss?

She scrubbed her skirt furiously as she
forced her thoughts in a deep recess of her mind. It was no good to
think of such madness. He would never see her as an equal, as
someone worthy of his affections. She was good enough to sleep
with, alright, but to take her as his girlfriend? He would laugh at
the idea of it. What a scandal it would cause! She could see the
headlines on the social gossip websites: Mr. White, billionaire
entrepreneur elopes with his personal assistant.

Mary looked in the mirror and studied her sad
state of attire. Her white blouse was dirty, and worse, her bra
missing. She could see her nipples like dark circles under the
shirt. Her skirt was ruffled. She pulled nylons on from her purse,
hoping no one would notice the transition. Her hair was a mess. She
attacked it with her brush and reapplied her makeup. She crossed
her arms over her chest. She would be fine if only she pulled on
the jacket that was draped over her chair.

She exited the bathroom, walking rather oddly
with her arms crossed. She avoided everyone’s gaze as she sat down
in her cubicle and pulled on her jacket. She had been gone for
hours. What would everyone say? It was 3pm and it was time to do
some work. She powered on the display of her laptop, opening her
email as she wrung her hands with worry. There was an email from
her boss:

From: Matthew White
([email protected])

To: Mary Kramar ([email protected])

Subject: Business Proposition

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Miss Kramar,

It has come to my attention that we may need
to enter an agreement concerning our activities at work. I have
drafted a simple contract with some details that may be of interest
to you. If this proposition sounds agreeable to you, you can sign
it and return it to me. If not, we can discuss it at lunch
tomorrow, if you like.